
A huge rose,
For a boy whose grand mother was full of life and full of joy.
A huge rose,
For the brave hearts who die young,
A huge rose,
For the happiness all the time floating around.
A huge rose,
For each and every excellent ones.
Adios!

A huge rose,
For a boy whose grand mother was full of life and full of joy.
A huge rose,
For the brave hearts who die young,
A huge rose,
For the happiness all the time floating around.
A huge rose,
For each and every excellent ones.
Adios!

No true thought,
No true asking
And no true assurance is better than he having no true objective.
For an objective less person is always harmed and most of the times they go round and round in a circle without any help
Adios!

Winnable is the feat,
Winnable are the odds which are absurd.
Winnable is the time,
Which always falls short,
Winnable is everything except stupidity and revenge.
Adios!

Does any one listen
Most are busy jumping the big line for their children or they are too busy caring for others.
The big mothers project themselves as global heads,
But In the end they too fall for their selfish giant children and cry wolf when asked why?
It’s is always grandeur and style which wins big in the end.
Adios!

The big strong faith makes me quiver.
It doesn’t stand high for the times are a bit challenging.
The big time criminals are running free while the commoners remain the sufferers.
It often brings the question to one’s mind,
That, is God listening?
Or is God helping those ones who only do wrong?
Adios!